The Welsh Dragon Reserve was Charlie's creation, after the war he hadn't wanted to return to Romania, feeling it was too far away from his family that was still healing from many injuries and traumas left over from the war. Instead of returning to Romania he chose to set up his own reserve within the United Kingdom. He'd started by rescuing the dragon they'd released from Gringotts, and it had snowballed from there; Charlie Weasley now had a massive reserve in Wales that had rescued Dragon's from all over the world. He also had a successful breeding program and was helping to preserve critically endangered breeds of dragon that would otherwise go extinct. It was fascinating work and Hermione had worked alongside the second eldest Weasley a number of times in her work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures.
"Hermione," Charlie Weasley greeted her, pulling her into a bear hug the second she arrived outside the gates of the reserve.
"Hello, Charlie, are you well," she asked returning the hug in kind, grinning happily as she took in the costume he wore; he was dressed like a medieval knight.
"Do you like," he asked strutting a pose for her, Hermione couldn't help but laugh.
"Why are you wearing that," she asked, shaking her head bemused.
"I'm your escort as you go into battle against the fierce jabberwocky, I had to dress battle ready," he said.
"You thought medieval knight was the right choice," she asked, raising an eyebrow at the tattooed man.
"Why of course it is," he nodded.
"Where is Lucinda," she asked him," Charlie grinned excitedly.
"Follow me, I think you'll love her," he said, leading her through the reserve. Hermione smiled as she walked past large enclosures each housing magnificent dragons, eventually Charlie led her to a small building, once inside she realised it was a nursery of sorts, housing baby dragons that must have been abandoned by their mothers.
"So which one is Lucinda," she asked peering around for a Welsh Green.
"She's my baby, only hatched a week ago, her mother tried to eat her, because she wasn't as large as her siblings," Charlie said as he led her to a small pen with the smallest dragon Hermione had ever seen; it's scales a rich jade green.
"Awe she's adorable," she breathed, reaching out to stroke her small head, Hermione wasn't sure if Dragon's could purr but a low rumble emitted out of the creature that reminded Hermione of purring cats.
"She likes you," Charlie smiled.
"So what's my clue," she asked, Charlie grinned.
"Of the famous Golden Trio, there's no question that you are the brightest by far, Tweedledee and Tweedledum await you at Draco's bar," Charlie told her seriously, Hermione smiled.
"Thank you, sir knight, I shall say ado and leave you to your dragons," she curtsied before apparating away to Diagon Alley.
